How I met my husband
Sep 8th, 2005 by Accidental Thinker
Kent and I have slightly different versions of how we met. I contend it was a blind date (which I was tricked into by my roommate), but technically we had met briefly once before. I just didn’t make the connection until he arrived for the first date.
Kent had an art class with my roommate at the time, and at some point had borrowed a book from her related to the class. She wasn’t home when he returned it, so he left it with me. I remember wondering who this cute friend was that my roommate had never introduced me to. He says he told me his name when he left the book, but I say he didn’t, and that’s where our stories diverge.
Fast forward a couple of weeks later and my roommate starts pestering me about a blind date with a friend of hers. I absolutely refuse. Blind dates are not my thing. So then she asks about doing a group outing with some others so I can meet the guy. This is something I can live with, so I agree. She presents this plan to the guy (who, unbeknownst to me, is the cute friend who returned the book and had apparently been asking about me a lot since), but he refuses. He wants a date with me, not a group outing. My roommate puts me on the phone with him and I feel caught between a rock and a hard place. I don’t want to go on a blind date with a stranger, but I’ve quasi committed myself by agreeing to the group thing. So I do the only thing I can that won’t result in hurting his feelings; I agree to the date. Imagine my delight when he picks me up at the appointed time and I discover that it is none other than Cute Book Returning Guy! The rest is history. We were engaged six months later and married a year after that.
And the fate of the book that resulted in that first chance encounter? Kent later bought it from my roommate (“A Century of Modern Painting”) and it has been in our possession ever since. He’s sentimental that way, and I love him for it.
Ah.. that’s so sweet that he bought the book! 🙂
That is cool that you guys have the book. Glad things worked out. My
wife and I met at school too. Like your situation I also was friends
with her room mate and my wifes first recollection of me was my turning
down her birthday cake (I have this thing about sweets). Lukily she
forgave me over time.The Lumpy
Aww…this is just a GREAT story!! I love sweet, sentimental guys! You
never know how those “blind date” things will work out. Even though
they turn out to be a HUGE mistake 9 out of 10 times, there’s always
that slim chance you’ll connect with a winner. I find myself
head-over-heels with a guy I met on-line. I wasn’t really interested
initially. He’s a lousy typist which made him seem kind of boring and
non-communicative. I nearly didn’t meet him…even post-poned the
meeting once. But in person he was just WONDERFUL and I thank God every
day that I didn’t back out! You just never know!
What a sweet story. I love hearing love stories like this.He bought the book! I LOVE that.My hubby and I met one summer on a tour with a music group from college.
Just goes to show you that sometimes yougot to take a chance. 🙂
Are you two blessed or what?? I love this story – especially, that he bought the book. Thanx, Monique!
What a great story… almost like a fairy tale. Lucky guy. 🙂
Sweet, sweet story. *sigh*I
met my husband at work. He wanted to meet me (this was a big, big
office with lots of employees) and asked someone about me. The person
told him: chocolate. Yep. That worked. He dropped by my work area and offered me chocolate. I still love him. And chocolate.
Yeah, he is very sentimental. On our honeymoon I found the tickets
stubs from the movie we saw on our first date in my jacket pocket. It
was a total coincidence — I didn’t even know I had saved them. Kent
later put them in a frame.We are blessed indeed.
I loved this story! It actually reminded me of the movie “Serendipity”
which I loved (by the way). Who says guys can’t be SAPPY TOO?! I have
the feeling, if you feel “blessed indeed”, then more that likely you
truly ARE! ~ I enjoyed your blog! ~ jb///